Category Archives: General

We’re happy and healthy and sharing occasionally at: The Something Of Our Ways (Mark and Andrea’s audio scrapbook) Get Frivolous (Andrea and her friend, Laurie, share and dare to be frivolous) Wishing you all the best in 2013. — Andrea, … Continue reading →

Bold Steps. I was completely honoured to be selected to read a WeCanRebuildHer.com post at Blog Out Loud Ottawa, last night. This reading followed an extremely low week for me and I had barely scraped myself together enough to attend … Continue reading →

My 30day yoga membership expired today. That might explain my wondering: Why do so many women react so weirdly to my not-working choice? Spare me the horror and the defensiveness. How the heck does one perform a breast self-examination without … Continue reading →

Towards the end of my treatment, last year, we rescued Sylvester. A sweet little abandoned duckling. He died the next day. And our hearts all broke. Last week, Lucy and Bayla were honoured with the opportunity to help nurture Bernadette. … Continue reading →

When I was diagnosed in October 2009, I was vaguely aware of one woman who had been through the experience before me. I felt isolated. Targeted. Stupid. Alone. Sadly, I don’t feel alone now. There are too many of us. … Continue reading →

A year ago yesterday, was my first day back to work. But yesterday, wasn’t. Lucky, lucky me. Before cancer, I led a charmed life. And I knew it. I was happy. I was healthy. With two delicious daughters. And a … Continue reading →

I truly hope to reach my golden years. And if I do, I sure hope I don’t find that I have alienated myself from every one of my children. And if I have, I really hope that none of my … Continue reading →

School started this morning. Lucy and Bayla were thrilled. Mark was melancholy. And I was chopped, tossed and tongue-tied by the schoolyard full of parents. Stepping into that sea of smiling excitement knocked me flat. I can’t think. I can’t … Continue reading →

It’s August 29, 1982. Five days after my sweet-17. Relatives drop in and I’m sent to the local orchard to pick up some apples. It’s a 4km drive. My 12 year old cousin, Susie, joins me for the ride. We … Continue reading →